After shooting the dawn I paused to catch my breath, and it was then that I noticed this well-trodden patch of shore. There must be several thousand footprints here, randomly headed in all directions, left by multitudes who had come before me.
Some of those footprints are mine of course, as I combed the shore just moments earlier, while looking for a vantage to shoot the dawn. But alas they are now lost and completely obscured. What proof is there that I've come this way? This is not a far-fetched analogy to human existence itself, and our brief moment in it. We all try to leave our mark, but in the end each mark becomes just one of many, forever lost & obscured within the sands of time. Enjoy.
(Pixel-peepers: When the sun is still low on the horizon, side-lighting is at its best. This kind of light can exaggerate the texture of the landscape, making them appear more three dimensional, sometimes almost surreal.)